Sweet Black Cock

“I don’t know.” I confessed lying back on the bed between Chase and Lamar with my head resting on the shoulder cap of the former. “Maybe I want to get stuffed like the cream-filling in an Oreo cookie.”

“Double stuffed?” Lamar inquired hungrily behind me, stroking my bare arm in search of my response to his double-entendre.

I trembled softly as he pressed his weight behind me. My mind couldn’t block the new wave of other racy scenes flowing into my head, the many I’d jacked off to endlessly of two big cocks burrowing into the same creased recess. Impatient tops calling their defile out their names, egging them to take on more inches than able while tears of accommodation pour from their rakehell.

“I won’t go that far.” Yet.

“I hear you.” Lamar sounded off in slight disappointment.

Chase added. “Intimate things, remember?”

“Oh, I remember,” Lamar snaked his strong hand in the curve of my hips.

“Exactly,” I said, turned on by the callused touch.

I threw my arm and leg around Chase’s clothed body underneath me going for a kiss. His lips welcomed me back. He rolled on top of me, pushing me flat on my back; his face at the base of my neck, the heat of his breath in my ear. Soon after, without missing a beat, his mouth back on mine with his big strong hand cupping the back of my head to make sure fatigue isn’t the reason we break from this wonderful kind of affection.

We’d spent so much time sitting on the edge of the bed talking, getting to know each other I nearly forgot I was naked and their purpose for coming over was for this. And that we’d fallen into the bed, not to get down to it, but to get far more comfortable than we were since we’d grown so familiar with one another.

And now we were here, making out on the bed. Lamar sat back watching the whole show massaging his bulge through his pants.

I rolled back onto Chase, unbuttoning his shirt while working my mouth down his chest, down to his nipple. His hand snaked across my ass with his busy middle finger stroking the very top of my crack for its sensitivity.

I helped him out of his shirt, then out of his pants kissing his already stiff cock riding the left leg of his boxers before taking them off, too. Chase wasn’t prized with the largest cock of the night, but like the rest, thus far, he didn’t disappoint either. He was blessed with a long, richly veined cock in the same spirit of the first and the last cock wedged between these lips that night, almost as if Cecil and Drew came together to father it (minus Cecil’s Pepto-Bismol pink tip). And I was left with esteemed pleasure of crawling between his toned thighs and enviable calves to readily take him into my mouth, bobbing up and down the huge shaft as much as I could before I moved back up to his lips for another make out session.

I wasn’t sure where my strength came from, being that he was a bigger guy than me, but I descended on him again and flipped him onto his stomach after I was done tonguing his tip. I parted his cheeks, showcasing his pristine outlet, and dove right in. Growing satisfied only when I heard the deep guttural groans of a grown man not wanting to give in and then give way, succumb, to this pleasurable submission.

The best blueprint I had to give him on how to please me next.

I rolled him on his back and straddled his chest. He was mildly disappointed I presented my cock up to his lips, but I encouraged him to partake reaching back and stroking his own member.

“I’m agreeing to take care of you and your friend here.” I slowly won him over with my reasoning.

He fitted me snug in his mouth, but he was obviously new to the task. I couldn’t blame him much. If I was big, black, and handsome and blessed with a cock like his, I’m pretty sure all that would be required of me is to just show up with a hard-on, too.

“Yeeeeah!” Lamar growled lowly in cheer.

I pulled back off Chase after he gave an earnest try, sitting on his cock with mine, holding his hands next to his head as I kissed again and again never getting enough.

After a while, I finally understood why Lamar was so chill over there. I was so lost in my own world with Chase that I forgot what I did for Chase I had to do for Lamar. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right? I sucked Chase. I’d have to suck Lamar. I ate Chase. I’d have to eat Lamar, which I did before straddling barrel chest covered in inky black naps and have him suck my cock.

Unlike Chase, Lamar was no stranger to having things in his mouth. He was definitely an expert as he probably could’ve sucked me off without much thought and had me come multiple times in utter gratitude. But I squirmed relentlessly on my back underneath his enormous frame, locked into place by the huge mass that made up his underarms taking in this pleasure and still swooning over the big ass I had planted in my face.

If I thought I had a beautiful ass, Lamar had me beat by a mile! His was twice the size of mine, big, fleshy, and miraculously firm as I thought about the size of a cock needed to take care of such a monstrous rump.

I gasped.

His tongue had worked its way from my cock, down my inner thighs, down my legs to my feet and toes. He suckled on the big toe and politely tickled the outside of my hole with his fingers. I didn’t feel much other than the wetness on my sensitive feet until his busy tongue snaked from the groove of the big toe to the second toe and engulfed it, swirling his mouth around this certain spot that made me buck harder than the blowjob. When I came to, I found that my hole had parted open like it never recuperated from the first fuck to the last that night with two massive digits already inside me, making full use of the little bit of lube left from my bath.

I gasped.

Even with Romy and his sadistic charge with Nino and Drew to follow, I wasn’t ready to take on Lamar. After first being introduced to the joys of fucking, I foolishly ordered a neon green jelly dong from the back of the sex periodicals my uncle left around his house. I didn’t have a real concept of inches and width. I just knew that the fifth guy I fucked was fucking hung and I couldn’t take it and the advertisement of the dildo said it was hung and I thought with enough practice and determination I could. Man, when I got it, I could barely get the piss slit in my own slit or any other portion of the tip or the head itself much less any part of the shaft. I just settled with it nestled in my rear for a couple of years pouring my load on top of it hoping that a natural lube might assist the gallons of lube I squirted on it to make it fit. This was it. This was the neon green jelly dong I couldn’t take back then pulsing in living flesh, and I still found myself unprepared closing in on nearly three decades of penetration.

God no! His cock was gigantic and engorged ready to do me in, possibly never to return to the hole I’d grown to love.

“Your friend first,” I pleaded in a whimper for the second time that night.

Lamar pretended like he didn’t hear me, about to go on and do his thing with his fingers more aggressive in my hole. But even he had to concede, after looking back at his friend that their cocks were in two different categories.

Ford F-150. Ford F-350.

“Man, he could’ve gone on.” Chase said getting into position, massaging his lubed cock against my crack and pinning my knees into my chest.

I expected from the make out session earlier that we might regain the intimacy we shared. Not so. He wasn’t Romy or Nino or Drew for that matter, but he wasted no time plundering me with his meaty gut wrench, fucking me like the whore he was promised with his large friend pinning back my ankles.

I didn’t mind. I played along with his large friend straddled above me. I had the scent of his ass in my nose, his balls on my chin, and reached around to pump his love muscle with my hand all the while his fulfilling cock slammed into me determined to knock the wind out of me, owning me. Having me grunt loudly into an ass I couldn’t quite tongue.

“Flip him over.” Lamar commanded. His tone so strong it reverberated through me.

I knew what he wanted. He wanted access to my mouth.

I was placed on my knees. Chase not missing a beat as Lamar tried to choke me with that enormous cock. I sighed. It was just something else porn made look daringly easy. Concentrate on relaxing back with some fucker ready to grab you by your waist or hold you by your shoulders ready to pound away with abandon while you fight the urge to instinctively gnash from the pain with a cock hanging out of your mouth and having to suck it like it’s the only thing that’s going on in your world.

I found my rhythm after awhile, bouncing off one cock to embrace another or have them both pull and push at the same time like I was some sort of chew toy between dogs.

I was back and forth, back and forth. On my knees on my back on my knees when I was back on my back with either guy holding my legs up getting pounded thoroughly when my top abruptly pulled out.

“Here. Get some.” Chase said moving swiftly out of the way.

“About goddamn time.” Lamar snaked around taking his place with my legs suspended in the air unable to come back down from being held up for so long.

This worked well for my new top who forced me back on my knees, spinning me into the lap of the cock that had been plugging me all that time. I didn’t hesitate to work the tip into my mouth this time, using my hand as a barrier for depth, as I heard the man behind me prepare himself.

I gasped readily when I felt the coolness of lube across the enormous head knock on the entrance of my backdoor. Even with me being stretched out again and again, it proved to be bigger than my hole ever could.

“What’re you crying about up there? I hadn’t even put it in yet!”

I winced as he grabbed my waist and pulled me further onto his greased erection. There was pressure, yes, but it was a far cry from the head-busting force I felt earlier from the first fuck that night. Lamar had an enormous cock. But it was one of those hardsoft cocks that looked like a beast and felt like a heavy pillow being stuffed inside my tunnel.

“What was all that crying about, huh? Huh?” Lamar said riding me in stride with Chase except his wide hips clapped loudly with my rear.

By then my hand on Chases’s cock was replaced by his stroking it into my mouth before Lamar grabbed the back of my neck, pulled off of Chase’s cock, and sat it in his thigh. I tried coming up, nibbling on the side of his nut sack since it was obvious he was ready to come.

“I’m about to bust!” Chase announced.

Lamar pushed my head under Chase’s cock, and I felt the warm trickles of cum pour over the back of my head before he bellowed out gushes I could have conditioned my hair with.

“Oh shit!” Chase chuckled scooping his load off my neck and fingering it into my mouth.

Lamar pulled me up by my torso and handled me that way with his giggling friend pressed against me, kissing and caressing me as I lovely got fucked.

I got passed around many times that morning making out with one man while the other took his turn, dropping spit on their cocks to revive the lube and use my hole as they saw fit. I was pounded on the bed, against the wall, in the chair, and twisted in a variety of ridiculous positions that as both men jocked for a position to be forever remembered.

I was being jackhammered into the bed by Chase when Drew checked in on us and he reappeared a few minutes later as Lamar got behind me to dump his second load of the night leaking out of my butthole.

“Fuck!” I cried, pushing out the rest of his load as he drove his enormous cock back in listening to the slop and slurp of a well fucked butthole.

Chased played with the residue of such a load shortly after this. He really got off on using the fingers of one hand to stuff inside of me before dumping his second load back into my face.